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Hey guess what Hell has officially frozen over and I've decided to return to writing scaly smut because my life is literally a living nightmare and I've got nothing else better to do. This is my first new story in something like five years because back in 2011 my personal life derailed and just did not stop. Some of you who were around on the original Herpy might vaguely recall the inklings of trouble in paradise, but I digress.

That said, the new dig is Cargo Ship UX-1421 and, as you might be surprised to hear, it's a story that takes place on a spaceship that carries cargo shipments. (I never said I was good at naming things.) This is chapter one (of at least two) and it introduces the main characters. All two of them. Well, three actually, but you'll figure out why the number is two if you read it. This story contains a lot of weird stuff. It's got all the nice things that people have come to know and love from me, like aliens, slime/goo, and mind control. Plus, there's other stuff that I've picked up in the years I've been gone that I am ready to shock the world with, like absorption vore. Hey, I guess I spoiled why there's only two characters instead of three!

The story is here under the spoiler tag (for length reasons), but if you have accounts on SoFurry, Furry Network, or FurAffinity it would be cool if you read the story there and give it some love. Or read it here first and then go on one of the sites and be like "wow so hot and murry purry 10/10 would slime vore again". Either way I'm trying to get back into the scene and stuff like that helps other people find my work.*

Author's Notes: This is my first personal story in over five years, not counting "Alchemical Love" (which was a birthday gift) and "Rexlabs Rising" (which was written in partnership). A terrible mess has consumed my life in the half-decade it's been since I've sat down and properly written something for others to enjoy and there's still no end in sight. I figured it's not fair to my readers to just abandon them so I've decided to return, for better or worse. I may not be able to attain the level of notoriety that I once had but that's not going to stop me from trying to rise to the mark or potentially even surpass it. I only ask that with this being my first go around in quite some time that you be patient with me, and together I look forward to going many more places with you all. This old dragon still has many tales to tell.

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Out among the stars between two galaxies interplanetary cargo ship UX-1421 coasted toward its next destination. In the grand scheme of things the ship itself was entirely unremarkable in every way. There were others out there just like it drifting through the universe making deliveries and picking up shipments manned by live-in crews who put in their daily hours before going to the mess hall for dinner and retreating to their bunks for a good night's rest so they could start the whole process over in the morning. But while most ships moved large machines and ore UX-1421 just so happened to be carrying a very precious cargo among the standard fare in its bay, a peculiar organism trapped in suspended animation.

The general nature of the creature was known to those who bothered to keep abreast of oft-unsubstantiated fringe news, however the commanders of UX-1421 decided in the name of safety to remain tight-lipped about the nature of this particular mission's cargo. The uninitiated need not know about the creature, however anyone on board with the proper security clearance and access to the complete cargo inventory of the ship could easily make the connection if they were willing to do a little bit of guess work. It is here where this story begins, with an inventory supervisor, his discovery of this "Pandora's box", and his desire to open it.

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Ceru sat at his terminal nervously tapping his pencil against his desk. For at least the fifth or sixth time today he'd read over the ship's cargo logs, specifically the documents pertaining to the container identified in the system as "Z-6676B". As a cargo supervisor the blue dragon had unrestricted access to the logs and as of late he'd become absolutely obsessed with this container in particular ever since he believed he'd figured out what was inside it. For at least a couple of weeks he'd been poring over this document, never even closing it on his workstation. His superiors were extremely hush-hush about the subject and any questions he'd ask were deflected or responded to with non-answers. Naturally this only served to fuel Ceru's mania.

Hardly anything ever entered the ship with an identification code that started with "Z". Z was reserved for the stuff you weren't supposed to mess with, dangerous materials or things of an indeterminate nature that could injure or even kill someone if mishandled. Traditionally dangerous cargo such as explosives and radioactive materials had their own letter codes that demanded careful handling, but when something was given a Z people paid attention. There was something unshakably unique inside Z-6676B and Ceru had finally mustered the nerve to sate his curiosity. With a deep breath the dragon roused himself from his station, flashed his crew ID card at the lock on the door, and began his journey to the ship's cargo hull.

Down in the cargo bay was Kelrig, a green dragon whose job was to make sure the bay was secure and to respond to any inquiries sent his way by the cargo supervisory team. His position was a boring one and since it was something literally anyone could do he wasn't paid very well for his time. Not like that really mattered anyway however, because all Kelrig would ever do with his time on the clock was play games on his portable system and shoo the occasional rat away. The moment his shift ended Kelrig was out the door regardless of whether or not his relief had shown up and most of his evenings were spent in his bunk looking at "gentleman's magazines". His apathy was remarkable and unbeknown to Kelrig this would soon be his undoing.

The elevator to the cargo bay roared to life and on it rode Ceru. As the metal gates of the lift slid aside the supervisor was met with a common sight: Kelrig sitting in the security booth playing one of his games. The blue dragon sighed and made his way over to the booth to knock on the door.

"Kelrig, it's Ceru. I need you to run a sweep with me."

An audible grunt could be heard from the other side of the door. "Seriously? I just finished my hourly sweep a few minutes ago."

Ceru knew this was a lie of course because from his desk upstairs he could see on the security feeds that at no point had the green dragon ever left the booth.

"Look pal," Ceru started, "I'm not going to sugarcoat this. Either you get your ass out here and do some work for once or I inform the dormitory staff that you're violating protocol with those titty mags of yours."

A brief moment of silence passed before the door of the security booth opened up and Kelrig stepped out.

"Asshole," he muttered.

Using the cargo bay's electric utility vehicle Ceru led a basic sweep with Kelrig sitting in the passenger seat with his legs defiantly propped up on the vehicle's dashboard. The supervisor and his cohort eventually reached a large sealed metal container nestled away from the others and bolted firmly to the floor. The container was several feet wide and across in the shape of a square, though it wasn't a perfect cube as it was only about four feet tall. It consisted of two halves, the upper being about a foot in height and its perimeter dotted with several pneumatic rods locking the lid in place. Emblazoned on the top and front of the crate in red lettering was "Z-6676B".

It was painted a dull orange and adorned with several safety placards warning outsiders as to its contents, namely a "biohazard" sign and a special interplanetary peacekeeping badge noting that the container's contents were destined for serious incarceration. To a layperson the information on the outside of the container would probably be highly confusing as this certainly wasn't protocol for the transportation of wanted criminals. The unique nature of this particular shipping container is what made it special, however, and was why it entered UX-1421 with a "Z" code. Kelrig would've been aware of this had he paid attention in training.

"This is the one," Ceru said as he stopped the vehicle and checked his inventory tablet. He swallowed nervously, his anxiety slowly starting to crawl. "I need you to release the locks on it and open it up."

Kelrig rolled his eyes as he got out of the car and walked over to the container, his gaze falling upon the assortment of hazard stickers on it. He suspiciously eyed the crate over before he finally spoke up.

The worker slid his identification card through the container's reader and keyed in his override code. The keypad briefly chimed as the crate began to hiss loudly, its contents repressurizing as the locking rods in the lid began to slowly emerge outward. Once the locking rods had fully extended the container's lid started opening with the assistance of two hydraulic pistons mounted on either side of the crate. Lights embedded in the inside rim of the crate's lid flickered on to illuminate its contents.

"Well," Ceru started. "What do you see?"

Kelrig cautiously peered into the container wondering what was inside to warrant all of the danger markings. To his confusion it appeared to be full of a dark liquid that the nearby lights were unable to penetrate. He grabbed the gloves off of his utility belt and put one of them on, then curiously touched the liquid's surface. There was a small amount of resistance to his touch and the worker brought his gloved finger out coated in a thick purple slime that heavily dripped back into the crate.

"What the hell is this stuff?" Kelrig asked as he turned back to the supervisor. "And what does law enforcement want with it?"

"That's none of your concern," the supervisor responded. He cleared his throat. "You've been a tremendous help, Kelrig. More than you may realize in fact. I'm deeply sorry for what's going to happen next, it's nothing personal."

"What are you talking abou-" the worker's words were cut off as a thick tendril of slime whipped out from the pool in the container and tightly wound itself around his arm.

"Hey! What the fuck is this?!" Kelrig yelled as his arm was yanked backward, dipping into the goo up to his elbow.

The worker struggled to pull his arm out from the container but the force of the tentacle wrapped around it was too strong to fight against. The creature inside the container tightened its grip around the dragon, coating the rest of his arm and spreading up to his neck and chest.

"Help me!" He pleaded, his body being pulled harder against the side of the crate forcing him to bend at the waist.

Ceru refused and instead stood by silently as the inventory worker was eventually pulled into the container head first, his feet following not long thereafter. The once tranquil pool of slime inside the crate was whipped into chaos as the submerged dragon fought desperately to try and escape against its pull. A muddy silhouette of Kelrig rose from the crate completely covered in thick purple slime, one arm gripping the side of the container with the other outstretched and reaching for Ceru, before quickly being yanked back in. The green dragon found his struggles to be in vain and as his will to fight depleted a strange tingling sensation began to creep along his body. Very slowly he began to feel oddly comfortable, the thoughts of panic in his mind fragmenting as the dragon's awareness of his own body faded. The slime in the container churned and shifted for several more moments until it finally began to settle back down. There were a couple more weak heaves from inside the goo, but after that complete stillness.

Several moments passed. Ceru's breathing became sharp as he nervously eyed the open container and let the reality of what he'd just done sink in. He had literally just fed someone to an alien monster. Ceru started to panic for a moment as he realized the cargo bay's security cameras may have caught what happened. He made a mental note that he'd need to wipe the tapes but he didn't have time to think of the logistics of that plan because the contents of the crate began to move again, the center mass rising slowly upward. The mass continued to rise until it reached nearly three feet tall, then began to change shape as it continued to grow in size. A muzzle started pushing out from the "head" of the mass while part of its sides split into arms joined by a tail slowly emerging from its backside. The goo continued to take shape, sucking up the slime from the container and assimilating it into its new form until nothing remained inside except for Kelrig's uniform.

The creature's head took on a distinctly reptilian appearance with two horns protruding backward on either side. Its arms finished morphing into ones that ended with clawed fingers and its tail became a firm and muscular appendage with a base as thick around as its still forming legs. Distinct legs and clawed feet formed last on the creature as its body finished its transformation. Standing inside the now-empty containment crate was a voluptuously framed dragoness about a foot taller than Ceru. She remained motionless for several seconds before fully awakening, her eyelids opening up to reveal bright green irises.

Ceru's eyes widened. He hastily knelt down in front of the container, fumbling and dropping his tablet and equipment in the process.

"Th-thank you."

"To whom do I owe my thanks for freeing me from my prison?"

"...my name is Ceru," the dragon finally uttered.

The dragoness stepped out of the container, her feet making gentle squishing sounds on the floor as her incomplete form fought against gravity to keep its shape. She closed the distance between her and the cargo supervisor still on his knees. With one hand she reached down and caressed the underside of his muzzle while gently tugging upward to get him to stand back up, which he quickly did. The two met face to face, Ceru's yellow eyes locking with the slime dragoness' deep green ones. Up to this point all of his knowledge about this being was secondhand and derived from news reports and cargo memos, but now his snout was less than a foot away from it. He breathed sharply and erratically, unsure of what to say or do.

"I don't normally like to let others see me in this... incomplete state," the dragoness finally spoke. "But this is quite a unique circumstance, you've freed me from my captors so consider this experience a reward of its own. The next time we meet I won't be as... soft."

"It-it's an honor," Ceru replied.

A grin flashed across the dragoness' face. "Now then, I think I have some work to do in taking over this ship."

With one step forward she craned her head around to the side of the reptile's face and softly ran her slimy tongue down his gullet and onto his neck while guiding her hand down the outside of his clothes to grope his crotch. The dragon gasped nervously at the advance, frozen in a mix of fear and sudden arousal.

"Are you willing to submit to me and be my partner in this crusade?" She whispered.

Under his uniform the cargo supervisor's heart was racing. His mind flashed between thoughts of questioning whether he'd just made a terrible mistake and the excitement and titillation of being the catalyst to give new life to this creature's cult. The slime dragoness' hand grabbing his cock through his clothes also didn't help matters, his slowly growing erection clouding his judgment. He wanted to speak but his mouth had gone dry and his throat had tightened up, but he finally managed to force out a raspy "yes".

The dragoness chuckled. "Good."

With a swipe of her long tail she tripped the supervisor, knocking him onto his back, and immediately straddled herself down atop him.

"Wh-what are you doing?" He stammered.

"What do you think I'm doing?" She replied coyly.

"Here?! What if we get caught?"

The dragoness laughed. "There's no one here to patrol the cargo. You sacrificed him to me, remember?"

Ceru responded to the morbid retort with a nervous chuckle as his arms found their way to the creature sitting on top of him, one of them wrapping around her waist while the other gripped her thigh. The slime dragoness grinned and leaned down on the dragon flicking her tongue next to his cheek. Like clockwork the supervisor opened his mouth slightly and stuck his tongue out to meet hers, brushing against it before wrapping around and moving his maw close to hers in a passionate kiss. As their tongues entwined around each other the supervisor unavoidably ingested some of the creature's slime, swallowing it down happily. This was all a part of her plan however as almost immediately the slime started to permeate the dragon's body and begin affecting his physiology. The dragon's cock began emerging from its sheath, uncomfortably pressing against his suit and begging to be let out.

The two broke their kiss and Ceru moved his hands to yank at the clasp of his uniform's belt. With a couple tugs and a little bit of squirming he had pulled it free and undone the fasteners on his pants. From here the slime dragoness took over, sitting back up and shifting herself backward so she sat above the supervisor's knees. She gently slid her hands down either side of the dragon's suit and underwear and slowly pulled them down, exposing his pink erect member to the cool open air of the cargo hangar. She grinned evilly as she grasped his maleness with one hand and watched as a generous bit of precum oozed from its slit.

She leaned downward and flicked her tongue out before gliding it along the underside of the supervisor's shaft from its base to tip. The dragon twitched slightly in response, releasing a mix of a groan and sigh as the slimy creature teased him. The dragoness then slid her tongue down his cock and coiled around it before opening her maw and slowly guiding his length inside. Ceru leaned back and moaned as he felt his shaft become engulfed in the slick warmth of the dragoness' gooey maw. This was wrong, Ceru knew it in the back of his mind, but this was like a dream to him. His feet twitched, the dragon let out a low hiss as he could feel his cock gently pulsing and feeding the shifting ooze its pre. As he regained his composure and looked down at the slime dragoness his gaze was met with hers, their eyes locked as she gently curled her tongue around his member and bobbed her head ever so slightly. Her green eyes were as sensual as they were assertive and the supervisor couldn't help but shake this strange feeling that she wasn't staring at him but rather into him.

After a few moments the dragoness relinquished her oral grip on Ceru, thick strands of purple slime dripping from her maw and ending on the dragon's shaft. She once again wrapped one of her hands around his length and gave it a slow lick, however this time as her tongue reached the tip of his member she held it there and teased the dragon's cockslit. Her tongue probed against it slightly before its tip lightly dipped inside. Ceru's eyes widened and the dragon nervously gasped as he looked down as his cock only to witness the slime dragoness push her tongue further into him, her malleable form effortlessly slipping inside his shaft, conforming to its shape, and spreading it out. He winced slightly never having felt anything as intensely erotic as something probing its way down his manhood before. It stung just a bit, but in a strangely good way. Slowly, the creature's tongue eventually reached the base of his length causing Ceru to tremble slightly. The dragoness held her tongue there for a few moments, pulsing it rhythmically and teasing the dragon, before slowly retracting it back into her mouth. As the slime dragoness' tongue exited Ceru's shaft it was followed by another bead of pre from the dragon's slightly agape cockslit, this one tinged purple with the residue of her goo.

"Now then," the dragoness said as she gave the supervisor's shaft several generous pumps to work the combination of precum and slime across his flesh, "let's say we make this official."

The slime dragoness repositioned herself atop the dragon, her inviting vent hovering just inches above his waiting shaft. Ceru waited with bated breath until the creature finally made her move, pressing her slit down against his length and accepting it into her. The supervisor shuddered and writhed, his hips gently pushing up to meet the dragoness' as his eyes slowly rolled backward. Once more his hands found their way up around the goo creature, sinking in ever so slightly, while his mind savored the feeling of his cock wrapped up and enveloped by the warm pliable slime. He grinned to himself as he relished in carnal pleasure; THIS was why he duped the cargo technician into popping the lock on the container, he could see himself serving the needs of this otherworldly being if it meant he'd be able to indulge in this fantasy of his like just like this. Ceru decided he wouldn't be destroying the security tapes of his evidence of this, no, he'd be saving them.

Slowly Ceru began to thrust a little harder prompting the dragoness to ride him a little rougher in return, their bodies lewdly slapping together and causing wet sucking sounds to echo throughout the cargo bay. His breathing picked up in pace, his grip tightened on her thighs; the creature knew what was coming. In just mere moments he'd be hers.

"Go on," she urged. "Release your seed inside of me."

The two's eyes locked once more and Ceru swore he could feel the creature's gaze pierce directly inside of his mind. Little did he know that since he had ingested some of her this was exactly what was happening; the dragoness effortlessly helped herself to her partner's consciousness at his most vulnerable and in this most intimate of moments. The supervisor closed his eyes and cried out as he reached his climax, his cock throbbing intensely as jet after jet of thick white dragon cum spurted out into the awaiting purple slime. His musky seed swirled and mixed within the dragoness' gooey body as she continued to invade his mind and heighten his pleasure, digging her claws into the dragon's brain and claiming it as hers. As the intensity of his orgasm began to subside the supervisor slowly opened his eyes. What were once yellow irises were now a deep shade of purple.

The dragoness smiled and admired her handiwork.

"You'll do quite nicely," she cooed, running a finger down his chest.

Despite being claimed by the creature Ceru's mind wasn't completely wiped or under total control. He still maintained his original personality and autonomy but the very core of his being had been tainted and corrupted by the slime dragoness. Any actions or choices he'd make from this moment onward would still be his own though weighed and heavily influenced by how much they would benefit her visions of total dominance. Ceru was hers now, and all he could do in response was weakly grind his hips against the gooey creature as he murred and relished in the afterglow of mating with an alien.

Ceru sighed and flashed a smile in return at the dragoness.

"Thank you, my Queen," he responded.

The slimy creature grinned and rumbled softly in response to the honorific.

"Remember, I said I prefer not to let others see me like this. Thanks to this ship's crew I've been locked up and starved for so long that even after that first offering I still don't have the ability to assume my full form. I need you to find me another... meal, so to speak."

"Of course," Ceru replied.

The goo dragoness dismounted the blue dragon and roused herself to a standing position. She gingerly ran one of her hands across her lower abdomen and vocalized a pleased sigh as she felt Ceru's potent seed slowly dissolve and become a part of her. Even though Ceru had orchestrated a plan to free her she was concerned that there were too many loose ends. Kelrig was now missing and surely someone would come looking for him when he'd fail to show up for duty tomorrow, and there was also the issue of the ship's security system which could have very well captured Ceru's actions in their entirety. The dragoness shook her head. This situation was still better than nothing; she'd just have to act more quickly to gain a foothold among the ship's crew. The dragoness reached into her former jail cell and picked up Kelrig's identification card. She ran the card through the container's keypad and, since she had assimilated the dragon into her, keyed in his passcode. As slowly as it had opened the orange container labeled Z-6676B began to close shut and lock automatically.

Ceru also shuffled himself to a standing position, picking up his equipment from the floor in the process, and fixed his clothes. He now had a mission; somewhere on this ship was another crew member who'd make for an easy target for the slime dragoness. He just had to figure out who, and in a very narrow window of time. There was also the issue of the security footage of course, but Ceru laughed to himself because he knew he had easy access to it and would be saving it for "future use".

The dragoness turned to face Ceru after locking up the container. "I assume you understand what needs to be done next?"

"Yes, my Queen," the dragon responded with a nod.

"Good."

The creature began to turn away from the dragon but stopped as he piped up again.

"I don't yet know your name... if you have one, that is," he said.

She laughed. "Of course I have a name. But whether or not you get to call me by it is not for you to decide."

END OF PART 1

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Thanks and dedications: I would first like to extend a very special thank you to everyone who has supported me in my endeavors as a writer. I know that in recent years I have inadvertently not been very kind to you all but please know that my actions (or lack of them I guess) did not come from a place of malice. Thanks also go out to all of my personal friends who've helped me get back in the saddle and into a better frame of mind: Ryken, Backlash91, Hydra, Charlie, and Varka. I hope that someday "the old Kon" really does come back. I'd also like to thank Noah for being what I am comfortably saying is my most supportive fan on Twitter, he's always got something encouraging to say when I talk about my projects.

*This whole thing is a sham, by the way. The primary (and only) reason that I've gotten back into writing is because I am trying to use it as an opportunity to find a possible dating partner/mate. You see, if someone reads these gross fetish stories that I write and they're like "hey that's pretty good" then there's a fair chance that we'd have a lot in common and it's worth a shot to see if we'd work as a couple. I'm still pseudo-serious about my work (and I have a lot more ideas in the pipeline) but I'm only here for companionship. I plan to either write until I solve the whole "single" thing or until I develop diabetes and subsequently die before the age of 40 because I'm not messing around with insulin injections five times a day. Fun!

PS: Thank you for checking out my story, and also I am deeply sorry for posting it.